“Yes, Mistress.” She cowered, as if she might be struck. Sure enough, Laura hit her hard across the face. The girl cried out. Laura hit her again. “Shut up,” she said. “Kneel with your face to the floor.”
Laura went to the corner, where there was there was a whip hanging on the wall. She took it down and came back. She raised her hand and brought the whip down sharply across the girl’s bottom. The girl cried out. Laura hit her again. “Did I not tell you to shut up?” The girl whimpered. “Back in your cage,” Laura snapped.
The girl backed into the tiny hole. Robert could see red marks on her back and bottom, and some dark bruises indicative of prior abuse. Laura padlocked the girl to the wall, then shut the grille and locked it. They went back up to her living room.
“Poor girl,” Robert s
